As the scream of terror wracks my convulsing body, I suddenly realize that all my efforts have been in vain to find the quiet resting spot of glory. I find that no matter how hard I try, I can never overcome the wanton disabilities of my writhing soul. I can never shake these diseased limbs to life. As I mop the chilly sweat from my brow, I realize my wrong.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart